Soul Eater Video Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

Noah’s eyebrow twitched, and he pretended not to have heard Blackie’s cackling, “Alright, so what is this reactionary response? What happens when it is triggered?” “Ah, this reactionary response…” Blackie’s tone was rather nonchalant, “It’s what you’d call a soul cuddle.” Within seconds, Noah’s face crumpled into an expression that could only be described with the words ‘are you shitting me?!’ Blackie smirked knowingly, “Ah, but not just anyone can afford to cuddle with a soul of a worldborn! In most cases, your soul hug will figuratively choke the living daylights out of them.”

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Walking through the crowds of drunk and high dancers grinding against each other, having to avoid the occasional person who reached out to try to dance with them, they made their way to the far end of the first floor where the elevator waited for them. Entering David hit the button for the 15th floor and stepped back as the elevator jerked to life. The music outside its two sliding doors grew quieter as they rose higher and higher, until it disappeared entirely leaving the lift with an eerie silence. A ding indicated they had arrived at their destination followed by the elevators doors sliding open. Exiting Asher and David made their way to room 1510 where Michael said he would be waiting

It stayed at the edges of the district, a white, hungry wall that surrounded the docklands. Laila collapsed as the silver light finally died. Kaden was there before she hit the ground, pulling her into his arms. He looked at the retreating fog, and then at Elias. He asked the boy how he did that. Elias sat down on the concrete, his small frame shaking. He said the Archive had shown him the "Lullaby of the Moon." He told them that the Soul Eaters were vibrations of hunger and that the Silverbacks were the only ones who knew the counter note. But he told Laila that he couldn't do it alone for much longer. He said the "chorus" wasn't a metaphor.

Ding Hao pointed to Evil Moon and continued, "I forgot to tell you that it likes devouring the soul the most. If you die devoured by it, you will disappear forever." Evil Moon complemented Ding Hao by making an extremely vicious gesture. It looked as if it was pretending to be cute. The assassin's body trembled. For an expert, the destruction of the soul was the most terrible thing. It would imply one could never resurrect oneself again, since the soul and body were completely annihilated. During his fight with Evil Moon just now, he had been scared stiff by this cute-looking fat cat.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

Once again Wayne’s trying not to kill Westley, but his usual unwavering self-control has been broken, and he’s not giving me any wiggle room to take back control. “Didn’t I just tell you fuckers he’s sleeping for a while stop pleading with him it’s not going to work. Delta security footage NOW, I want to see what the fuck she said and why.” Everett gave him the footage in less the five minutes, and the scene came to life lighting a pained Wayne eyes. “Oh really how is that possible sense I’ve already fucked her mate. It’s okay Luna he’s a pretty good fuck I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the sloppy seconds.”

Suddenly he became full because he was thinking too much about Mila. "So what's the news from my little sister?" The tablet was already on the table when he looked down to see what Nick was carrying. His smile slowly faded as the video started playing and it continued until the end of the video which didn't have a happy ending. The main characters in the video both emit screams that have different meanings. The male actor ended up contentedly collapsing on top of the woman who looked in so much pain after all the violence she received from the man. “Fuck! What was that jerk doing in my house? How dare he touch My Mila? He must die. Ezra Carlos must die by my hands!” shouted Hunter angrily be

The calm posture of someone who had done this kind of work before. “Lyra Hale,” he said. “You followed instructions. That helps.” “Who are you?” “Someone who still answers to the man you think is finished. He wanted you to see this before anyone else.” He turned the laptop toward me and pressed play. The screen lit up with a video I had never seen. The angle was different from the ones in Varek’s Final Release folder. Higher. Clearer. My bedroom. The first night. Kael’s face was visible. Draven’s face was visible. My face was visible. The sound was perfect. Every word. Every moan. Every instruction. The video played long enough for there to be no doubt. Then it cut to a second angle from a d